Good for him, but they still ran his papers. They just did it via his license plate. If he hadn’t checked out he would not have been free to go.
One of the ones that gets me the most in Mi. Is the click it or ticket program. Every so often they set up pigs on corners with walky talkies. These pigs call ahead and have you pulled over if you don’t have them on. When the seat belt laws first came into effect it was never meant to be something you could be pulled over for. Now it is. It was also, once upon a time, taken for granted that seat belts were not needed in town. These walky talky zones are in a 15 mile an hour zones. Who puts on their seat belt to go from Ace hardware to NAPA? Luckily this isn’t happening in my county yet, but I imagine it’s only a matter of time as I see them in the next county over.
What a bunch of fascist pricks. My suggestion would be that everyone who ever gets a click it or ticket take it to court and demand a jury trial. Gridlock baby! I did that with a fishing without a license charge.
It was Easter and my dad gave my kids two new fishing poles. I stopped on the way home at a culvert that I knew the perch would be running threw. I was carrying the poles for them and looking under rocks for a few worms. Along comes DNR officer pricktone (his real name was Pike). He walks over and I offer to shake his hand. Which of course he won’t do as he has postured up his amazing five foot six frame and tries to look menacing. He asks for my fishing license and I politely inform him I was not fishing and that he couldn’t ask for my license considering I didn’t have my pole in the water. Then he asks for my drivers license. I don’t have that either, but I wasn’t driving, my wife was, in fact she was sitting in the car behind the wheel. This really pisses him off. I do give him my name and address as required my law. So he gives me a ticket for fishing without a license. A few weeks later I drive into town to meet with the magistrate. She takes my side down on paper and calls my wife on the phone, to question her too, furiously writing away she was. Then she asks if I intend to pay the ticket? I said of course not! I wasn’t fishing. She says to me. (I am not shitting you) PIKE doesn’t lie!!! I said, (loudly) as far as I know the only man who ever walked the Earth that didn’t tell a lie was “Jesus Christ our Savior”!!! She didn’t know what to make of that. So then she ask what I intended to do? I told her I wanted a full jury trial. CASE DISMISSED!!!!
I should write a rambling rant one of these days to play on my guitar. Arlo Guthrie/Alice’s Restaurant style. Maybe I’ll post it someday.
“I should write a rambling rant one of these days to play on my guitar. Arlo Guthrie/Alice’s Restaurant style. Maybe I’ll post it someday.”
I can hardly wait — for the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one!
Good for him, but they still ran his papers. They just did it via his license plate. If he hadn’t checked out he would not have been free to go.
One of the ones that gets me the most in Mi. Is the click it or ticket program. Every so often they set up pigs on corners with walky talkies. These pigs call ahead and have you pulled over if you don’t have them on. When the seat belt laws first came into effect it was never meant to be something you could be pulled over for. Now it is. It was also, once upon a time, taken for granted that seat belts were not needed in town. These walky talky zones are in a 15 mile an hour zones. Who puts on their seat belt to go from Ace hardware to NAPA? Luckily this isn’t happening in my county yet, but I imagine it’s only a matter of time as I see them in the next county over.
What a bunch of fascist pricks. My suggestion would be that everyone who ever gets a click it or ticket take it to court and demand a jury trial. Gridlock baby! I did that with a fishing without a license charge.
It was Easter and my dad gave my kids two new fishing poles. I stopped on the way home at a culvert that I knew the perch would be running threw. I was carrying the poles for them and looking under rocks for a few worms. Along comes DNR officer pricktone (his real name was Pike). He walks over and I offer to shake his hand. Which of course he won’t do as he has postured up his amazing five foot six frame and tries to look menacing. He asks for my fishing license and I politely inform him I was not fishing and that he couldn’t ask for my license considering I didn’t have my pole in the water. Then he asks for my drivers license. I don’t have that either, but I wasn’t driving, my wife was, in fact she was sitting in the car behind the wheel. This really pisses him off. I do give him my name and address as required my law. So he gives me a ticket for fishing without a license. A few weeks later I drive into town to meet with the magistrate. She takes my side down on paper and calls my wife on the phone, to question her too, furiously writing away she was. Then she asks if I intend to pay the ticket? I said of course not! I wasn’t fishing. She says to me. (I am not shitting you) PIKE doesn’t lie!!! I said, (loudly) as far as I know the only man who ever walked the Earth that didn’t tell a lie was “Jesus Christ our Savior”!!! She didn’t know what to make of that. So then she ask what I intended to do? I told her I wanted a full jury trial. CASE DISMISSED!!!!
I should write a rambling rant one of these days to play on my guitar. Arlo Guthrie/Alice’s Restaurant style. Maybe I’ll post it someday.
Dear Brad,
“I should write a rambling rant one of these days to play on my guitar. Arlo Guthrie/Alice’s Restaurant style. Maybe I’ll post it someday.”
I can hardly wait — for the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one!
If I get stopped at a checkpoint again I think I will greet the operators of said checkpoint with ‘hiel Obama’ also ‘officer’ will be ‘comrade’.
If all Americans were like him, we would actually be living in the “land of the free, home of the brave.”
But since few are, we aren’t.
Balls out! I’ve tried before, but this dood made it all the way.
We could all learn a lot from this guy!